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:: Wednesday, January 25, 2012 ::
Differently phrased
Dear Life,
Maybe you don't realise this yet, but we're not friends. I think you know why. Let's talk about how you kick me in the gut and expect me to take it over and over again because I won't sever ties with you. Or how about that time you let the other guy win even though I was obviously the better candidate? That was totally unfair.
And the lemons. Stop giving me lemons. I don't want to make lemonade. I don't even LIKE lemonade.
It's not that I'm too weak, or too cowardly to make a clean break from you, but I recognise you as a necessary companion without whom I would be nothing. I won't even stoop as low as to call you a necessary evil, because you're not that. As much as it pains me to say this, I need you.
The problem is that I see so much potential in you, and I think you could be worth so much more to me, but right now, you're just a really annoying brat, waving treats and making wonderful promises to me and then snatching them away when they're within grabbing distance. And that's why I keep taking it from you and your steel tipped boots. (Seriously, Doc Martens? That's excessively expensive cruelty, man.)
I'm trying my best not to lose my patience, but it has been an uphill battle. Mind you, I do admit to complaining loudly about you in the hearing of my real friends, and they all heartily agree that you suck. You're horrible and you just suck the life out of EVERYTHING. But you just don't care, do you? I've told you so many times before about your attitude problem, but have you ever bothered to change?
GET IT TOGETHER ALREADY.
Anyway, like I said, we're not friends. Don't expect me to smile at you, or play nice with the people you stomped all over me to elevate. Not to put too fine a point on it, certainly do not expect me to indulge your mischief with a put-upon "That's life." I've had about enough of your nonsense, and believe you me, I'm going to pull out every single possible stop until you have no choice but to let me get ahead.
Then, perhaps we can discuss a possible friendship. I'll even concede to admitting that you might possibly not be that bad after all.
Regards,
Your partner
P/S: Think about letting a third party into this partnership. Really think about it, okay? It's important to me.
:: And that's all she wrote 6:55 PM [+] ::
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1 Comments:
too bad the newly proposed lemon law by the mti doesn't apply to life.
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